it was another friday morning in spanish, the week before break. she was sitting next to him again. they had gotten closer over the last few months. i was fine. i wasn't jealous. she was happy so i was happy. we had talked more since that first day, in fact we had gotten pretty close. but she never knew my true feelings. the first time i was going to tell her was the day she told he asked her out. the second time i chickened out. that was in september. since then, i've kept my feelings to myself. god, how i wish they weren't together. i'm not sure if she'd feel the same way though.
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the life of no one in particular
Teen Fictionthe life of no one in particular is a short story that I'm currently working on. None of the characters are ever referred to by name, they are only distinguished by stylistic devices. Each section (some are short, others are long) is told by the sam...
